Liz. 26, freelance writer from the Philippines.

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hold on, lemme just grab this FUCKING BASEBALL FLYING AT YOUR HEAD AT 100 MPH for a second

he got his dick sucked after the interview

hold on, lemme just grab this FUCKING BASEBALL FLYING AT YOUR HEAD AT 100 MPH for a second

he got his dick sucked after the interview

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Oct 13th at 2PM / via: fyeah-i-like-dat / op: 4gifs / reblog / 272,433 notes

War pig

citationneeded:

Not to be confused with Pig War.

Link

Sep 11th at 3AM / via: citationneeded / op: citationneeded / reblog / 28 notes

Ye Olde Sensualiste: This man is killing me →

thinkbyfeeling:

aclutteredmind:

Story about how Tom Hardy found a kitten while shooting Sweeney Todd in Romania (did he get cut from that or what? I dunno, that’s what the site says Edit: It was a BBC version). Prepare to die from the cuteness. No, I’m not cutting it. You should read…

I CAN’T HAVE KAT, HE HAS NO PASSPORT I HAVE A DOG WHO WILL EAT KAT

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Sep 5th at 2AM / via: jeffreybower / op: aclutteredmind / reblog / 1,116 notes

0erogravity:

Raja, you’re amazing! 

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Sep 5th at 2AM / via: jeffreybower / op: fuckyeahraja / reblog / 4,339 notes
jeffreybower:

hellotailor:

suicideblonde:

Spice Girls photographed by Mark Seliger for Rolling Stone, July 1995

I love this because they aren’t photoshopped because it’s the 90s and people still had slightly different body shapes from each other in those days!!!!

I love it because it’s the Spice Girls and also the above comment!

jeffreybower:

hellotailor:

suicideblonde:

Spice Girls photographed by Mark Seliger for Rolling Stone, July 1995

I love this because they aren’t photoshopped because it’s the 90s and people still had slightly different body shapes from each other in those days!!!!

I love it because it’s the Spice Girls and also the above comment!

Aug 30th at 8PM / via: jeffreybower / op: suicideblonde / reblog / 2,155 notes

lazyscience:

221cbakerstreet:

i-like-pigeons:

ARE YOU OKAY? EXCUSE ME ARE YOU DEAD? CRISES! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! 

SOOOO

CUUUUTE

I want a corgi masseur WHERE IS MY CORGI MASSEUR WHINE WHINE WHINE I WANT IT NOW /verucasalt

Aug 30th at 8PM / via: jeffreybower / op: thefrogman / reblog / 190,975 notes
unlikelywords:

If you’ve seen a better picture of a dog dressed as two dogs carrying a present today, I don’t believe you. 

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unlikelywords:

If you’ve seen a better picture of a dog dressed as two dogs carrying a present today, I don’t believe you. 

Aug 13th at 3AM / via: jeffreybower / op: unlikelywords / reblog / 294,461 notes
muckrakingiswomenswork:

fuckmonosexismforever:

crookedwinding:

jawdust:

stunthusband:

goodstuffhappenedtoday:

Bikers Against Child Abuse make abuse victims feel safe
These tough bikers have a soft spot: aiding child-abuse victims. Anytime, anywhere, for as long as it takes the child to feel safe, these leather-clad guardians will stand tall and strong against the dark, and the fear, and those who seek to harm.

The 11-year-old girl hears the rumble of their motorcycles, rich and deep, long before she sees them. She chews her bottom lip, nervous.
They are coming for her.
The bikers roar into sight, a pack of them, long-haired and tattooed, with heavy boots and leather vests, and some riding double. They circle the usually quiet Gilbert cul-de-sac, and the noise pulls neighbors from behind slatted wood blinds and glossy front doors.
One biker stops at the mouth of the street, parks in the middle of the road and stands guard next to his motorcycle, arms crossed.
The rest back up to the curb in front of the girl’s house, almost in formation, parking side by side. There are 14 motorcycles in all, mostly black and shiny chrome. The bikers rev their engines again before shutting them down.
The sudden silence is deafening. The girl’s mother takes her hand.
The leader of this motorcycle club is a 55-year-old man who has a salt-and-pepper Fu Manchu and wears his hair down past his shoulders. He eases off his 2000 Harley Road King and approaches the little girl.
He is formidable, and intimidating, and he knows it. So he bends low in front of the little girl and puts out his hand, tanned and weathered from the sun and wind: “Hi, I’m Pipes.”
“Nice to meet you,” she says softly, her small hand disappearing in his.
….The unruly-looking mob in her driveway is there to help her feel safe again. They are members of the Arizona chapter of Bikers Against Child Abuse International, and they wear their motto on their black leather vests and T-shirts: “No child deserves to live in fear.”

Read more: http://www.azcentral.com/news/azliving/articles/2012/07/13/20120713bikers-against-child-abuse-make-abuse-victims-feel-safe.html?page=1#ixzz214xfChtS

I’ll admit - this made me tear up. I’d never heard of BACA before. Now I want to find the WA and OR chapters, and give them some money. I can’t give them a lot - I live hand-to-mouth - but they deserve my support. Surviving abuse is not - *not* - easy. These bikers have taken on a nearly-impossible task, struggling to make it a little easier. Amazing. Absolutely wonderful.

The bikers aren’t looking for trouble. They are there so the kids don’t feel so alone, or so powerless. Pipes recalls going to court with an 8-year-old boy, and how tiny he looked on the witness stand, his feet dangling a foot off the floor.
“It’s scary enough for an adult to go to court,” he says. “We’re not going to let one of our little wounded kids go alone.”
In court that day, the judge asked the boy, “Are you afraid?” No, the boy said.
Pipes says the judge seemed surprised, and asked, “Why not?”
The boy glanced at Pipes and the other bikers sitting in the front row, two more standing on each side of the courtroom door, and told the judge, “Because my friends are scarier than he is.”
This is the most beautiful, awe-inspiring thing I’ve read in a long time. I wanna write a book about these guys, Jesus Christ. Where’s the blockbuster movie about these badasses?

Too awesome for words.

Well I’m crying now.

this wouldve helped me a whole lot at 12

Faith in humanity reinforced.

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muckrakingiswomenswork:

fuckmonosexismforever:

crookedwinding:

jawdust:

stunthusband:

goodstuffhappenedtoday:

Bikers Against Child Abuse make abuse victims feel safe

These tough bikers have a soft spot: aiding child-abuse victims. Anytime, anywhere, for as long as it takes the child to feel safe, these leather-clad guardians will stand tall and strong against the dark, and the fear, and those who seek to harm.

The 11-year-old girl hears the rumble of their motorcycles, rich and deep, long before she sees them. She chews her bottom lip, nervous.

They are coming for her.

The bikers roar into sight, a pack of them, long-haired and tattooed, with heavy boots and leather vests, and some riding double. They circle the usually quiet Gilbert cul-de-sac, and the noise pulls neighbors from behind slatted wood blinds and glossy front doors.

One biker stops at the mouth of the street, parks in the middle of the road and stands guard next to his motorcycle, arms crossed.

The rest back up to the curb in front of the girl’s house, almost in formation, parking side by side. There are 14 motorcycles in all, mostly black and shiny chrome. The bikers rev their engines again before shutting them down.

The sudden silence is deafening. The girl’s mother takes her hand.

The leader of this motorcycle club is a 55-year-old man who has a salt-and-pepper Fu Manchu and wears his hair down past his shoulders. He eases off his 2000 Harley Road King and approaches the little girl.

He is formidable, and intimidating, and he knows it. So he bends low in front of the little girl and puts out his hand, tanned and weathered from the sun and wind: “Hi, I’m Pipes.”

“Nice to meet you,” she says softly, her small hand disappearing in his.

….

The unruly-looking mob in her driveway is there to help her feel safe again. They are members of the Arizona chapter of Bikers Against Child Abuse International, and they wear their motto on their black leather vests and T-shirts: “No child deserves to live in fear.”

I’ll admit - this made me tear up. I’d never heard of BACA before. Now I want to find the WA and OR chapters, and give them some money. I can’t give them a lot - I live hand-to-mouth - but they deserve my support. Surviving abuse is not - *not* - easy. These bikers have taken on a nearly-impossible task, struggling to make it a little easier. Amazing. Absolutely wonderful.

The bikers aren’t looking for trouble. They are there so the kids don’t feel so alone, or so powerless. Pipes recalls going to court with an 8-year-old boy, and how tiny he looked on the witness stand, his feet dangling a foot off the floor.

“It’s scary enough for an adult to go to court,” he says. “We’re not going to let one of our little wounded kids go alone.”

In court that day, the judge asked the boy, “Are you afraid?” No, the boy said.

Pipes says the judge seemed surprised, and asked, “Why not?”

The boy glanced at Pipes and the other bikers sitting in the front row, two more standing on each side of the courtroom door, and told the judge, “Because my friends are scarier than he is.”

This is the most beautiful, awe-inspiring thing I’ve read in a long time. I wanna write a book about these guys, Jesus Christ. Where’s the blockbuster movie about these badasses?

Too awesome for words.

Well I’m crying now.

this wouldve helped me a whole lot at 12

Faith in humanity reinforced.

Jul 30th at 9AM / via: mufflednoise / op: goodstuffhappenedtoday / tagged: BADASS. / reblog / 69,028 notes
iamstrongice:

Think carefully. 

iamstrongice:

Think carefully.